FallingMarc

The sun peeks over the horizon in preparation of its long daily journey across the Champaign sky. My guitar sits alone in its case, for I am much too tired and caffienated to play with any competency. The homework I brought down with me is still in the bag I have yet to open. People are beginning to trickle downstairs for an early breakfast, or a very late snack. My head itches. A Police Training Institute student drops his bookbag. "Oh," he says. Oh, indeed. One song has been running through my head for approximately four and a half hours. It's my new favorite song. "Paris in Flames" by Thursday. You should all check it out. Despite the title, it doesn't have much to do with the French. People walk funny. Well, some of them do. The ones that walk funny, anyway. I guess the ones that walk normally aren't very funny at all. Bastards, I'll show them. It would suck a lot if you died, and it turned out that the ancient Greeks had it right all along, and you had to give Charon those two coins to get across the Styx to the afterlife, but since nobody believes that anymore, we don't bury people with coins on their eyes, so you wouldn't have anything to give him, and you'd be stuck wherever you were, and maybe you could see, like, a party going on, on the other side of the river or something, and you kept asking Charon to let you across, but he's all like, "no way, dude, you didn't pay me," and you'd be all like, "whatever." What if there was a Pokemon that was named "Haiku," and always tried to speak in haiku, but he could still only say his name? He'd be stuck saying things like-- Haiku haiku ku Hai, haiku hai hai haiku Haiku, hai haiku After reading that, I don't know what I was thinking, but I think I'll have whatever I'm having. Thank you. Doobee doobee doo. I can type to you. This I know is true. Behind me is the loo. I don't have a clue. Then the cow said "moo." The sign up there is blue. I'm almost done--that's coo. Mr. T pity da foo. Sonic Youth album: "Goo." I said Sonic Youth, that's who. Adam Sandler, famous Jew. I am tired, what's new? Least I don't have to poo. Lawyers like to sue. Zero, one, then two. Strip club called Deja Vu. St. Louis has a zoo. WOOO... hoo! There used to be a hole in the ceiling right above the desk here that you could shoot rubber bands into. They covered it up. Bastards, I'll show them. BOLD UNDERLINED AND ITALICIZED! Zoning out staring at the keyboard for not-sure-how-long: bad thing Zoning out staring at window for probably longer than that: good thing! I would have stubbed my toe if I was not wearing boots. I love my boots. I want to meet the guy that invented boots and shake his hand. And stomp on his foot to see how well his boots stand up to mine. Hahaha! Take that, Mr. Boot-Inventor! Trogdor the boot inventor... roarrr Ok, now my hand is actually shaking. Physically vibrating of its own accord. Caffiene is the coolest thing EVER. Is it rude to stare directly at a woman's breasts as she walks by? What if you stop her and say, "Dude, your chest is rad!" If I was a chick, I'd take that as a compliment. Frankly, I'd think it was cool if a chick came up to me and said, "Dude, your crotch is rad!" Why thank you, I think so too. I think I might need to stop. This is starting to get a little crazy. Shift's end approaches Sigh of relief from forum The closing haiku M

Right there with you, dude. I wonder if there's an award for "Post That Goes Farthest Past the Edge of the Monitor".... M

It can't be you, dude... Grammar Nazis unite!

How long has it been since I have publicly excreted my semi-conscious random thoughts while working the most ridiculously boring midnight shift in the universe? I don't know! But here I go again! Warning: I was thwarted in my attempt to sleep before this work shift by people knocking on the door and wrong numbers calling my phone. I didn't get much more than 4 hours of actual sleep for the past few nights. There is absolutely NOTHING going on around me and I have no mental stimulation whatsoever. As a highly qualified undergraduate psychology student, I would certify myself at this point as "insane with insane tendencies, showing possible signs of growing insanity." Guess what happened last Friday. It was valentine's day. I don't capitalize it. I thought that day could not get worse. I was wrong. Just after midnight(VD got off to an early start on me this year) everything started to collapse. Just after freaking midnight. It did indeed start with a bang. Or, more accurately, a sandwich. After spending a few hours lying down dealing with some sort of mild food poisoning, I remembered my laundry was downstairs in the dryer. In my weakened state, I carried all my everything up to my room, put most of my clothes on hangers, emailed my professors that I felt like throwing up, and slept through all my classes. I got up around 1 PM and found that my computer would not turn on at all. Hooray! After a few hours of feeling generally shitty and not being able to eat anything solid, I went to work at the front desk here in my building, and spent the evening from 4:30 till midnight watching all the public displays of affection in the lobby. I thereby concluded that God has it out for me, and went to call my girlfriend. Wait, I don't have a girlfriend. Shit. I hate valentine's day. But that's over now. Ah, I feel better getting all the whining out. You guys make excellent listeners. I've got a friend who wants to change his last name to a type of fuel, so he can be a badass like Vin Diesel and Jim Propane. Maybe he should try to help the environment at the same time. Jerad Hydrogen. That's a badass name. I'm all about finding environmentally-friendly fuel, as long as I can still drive a 350 TPI Camaro. Of course, once we find some dilithium crystals, we can make some REALLY fast cars that run on hydrogen, and antimatter. "Hey, I got a new car. It's the Enterprise." "Awesome! Can I have a ride?" "Make it so." I watched Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure the other day, and I hadn't seen it in years. I never realized how brilliant that movie really is. It's cool that Morpheus is in it too. Granted, he's played by George Carlin, and they call him Rufus, but you know it's the same guy. Hey, Neo is in there too. Cool.... As far as I could tell, today was Campus THO Day. It was suddenly warm enough to go outside without a coat, but not quite enough to be totally comfortable. But that didn't stop most of the women from walking around in tight shirts outside, poking everybody's eyes out wherever they went. I like my eyes and all, but it was worth it. "Doobage," you might say I've also heard "Mountain Spew" Whatever. It's Dew. Yes, that's a haiku But words cannot do justice Beautiful caffiene Caffiene, carry me Keep me conscious at my job I need jump money Good Lord, I need to skydive! I'm about to lose currency! It's been almost three months! Grraahh! This is my list of things that piss me off: 1. not having any money; 2. weather that sucks; 3. having other obligations on the days the weather doesn't suck too much and I can spare 20 bucks. Makes me want to toss myself out of an airplane at 14,000' with all my friends that I really freaking miss. Dammit. 5:35 AM. Posting now. Will update as the fancy strikes me. Sounds kinda like a FOX special... "When Fancy Strikes!" When fancy. Whenfancy. Whenfancy? INfancy. Oh. Never mind. Right, right, left, duck, duck, goose, post. M

As for the making jokes about other countries--there is somewhat of a familial bond between skydivers... and along with that, we make fun, argue, and fight just like brothers and sisters. But it's ok, because we all know in the end, we'll all still jump together, and we can make jokes and still be family. Ok, got the smarminess out for the day. I feel better now. M

Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me? Hang on, let me put on some Simon & Garfunkel...

I love my guitar. I'm not bitter about working 2nd shift Valentine's Day and not having a date anyway. Yeah. Not bitter at all. M

That's not necessarily true. Uh, I mean... boobies? M

A serious love song... hmm... probably Jets To Brazil "Sweet Avenue": tasting you and rain I walk down to the train try not to look down this day could one day be an anniversary everything is light and sound facing forwards going slowly wait for you to show me where this train wants to go living by the hour I stop for every flower everything is soft and slow now all these tastes improve through the view that comes with you like they handed me my life for the first time it felt right thank you for making me see there's a life in me it was dying to get out holding you we make two spoons beneath an April moon everything is soft and sweet this cigarette it could seduce a nation with its smoke crawling down my tired throat scratches part of me that's purring softly stirring I'm a captain of industry smoking famously feet up on the windowsill look at all these trees I feel affinity with everything so soft and still budding at my fingertips touching you I start to bloom alive with trains and passing ships soft and sweet along your lips now, I go "oh wow" thank you for taking me from my monastery I was dying to get out with tears of gratitude I like my latitude cross town train to you now all these tastes improve through the view that comes with you like they handed me my life for the first time it felt worth it like I deserved it

Hey Mercedes is headlining-I saw them at the Metro a few weeks ago when they filled in for Alkaline Trio, when Matt Skiba's vocal chords broke or something. They put on a great show. I should look into coming up for that... M

Ok, I don't know WHAT you guys were talking about, but please, I don't have a thing for Celine Dion--Allyson Hannigan is the only one for me. M

Huh. I should have a VD party. Hooray for VD! Why's everybody looking at me funny? It's no secret, I've got VD in me!

Ahahaha... it hurts to laugh. I've been checking back recently after 6 months or so off the site, looks like more of the same, hmm.... If this was anything but an open forum, this would be the point where a "premium" version would be released, for the hardcore members. M

I dunno, I'm a crappy lyricist, but there's a LOT of phenomenal songs out there about love lost. I'd say that's a perfectly valid way to find inspiration. I mean, sure, eventually the cycle of infatuation, obsession, and despair will drive you insane, but so many great artists are insane anyway, you'd be in good company. If you modify that a little, and ask that she devastates you by cheating on you with your best friend, you can write an entire ALBUM. It worked for Taking Back Sunday... M "Best friends means I pull the trigger-- best friends means you get what you deserve" -Taking Back Sunday

I've found that the key to writing good music is to write massive amounts of bad music first. It's a skill that takes practice, just like anything else. And most importantly, you don't need to follow any set pattern... if it sounds right to you, then it is right. It's your song. So if you like it the way it is, great--if you want to break it up with a chorus/bridge/whatever, then that's great too. Play with different ideas and pick what you like best. M

No. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I love that joke.

Come on, just ask me.

Tomas, ask me if I'm a tree.

HEY everybody! So, now I know what happens when you go all weekend without getting more than an hour or two of sleep each night, then you get suckered into working the graveyard shift on Sunday night at the last minute right before you were going to bed. I would tell you what happens, but I can't remember, I haven't been able to keep a coherent. Thought in my head for long enough to complete a sentence? Yes! ONE HOUR LEFT! MARC! Do NOT fall asleep in the final stretch. Talk to yourself if you have to. Do it in a public online forum, if that's what it takes. But DON'T fall asleep, you bastard! And, it wouldn't be right to Ruminate without a haiku. Light in the ceiling One of your bulbs has burned out Are you a dim-watt? I don't know if that is a brilliant pun, or makes no sense at all. I don't know if any of this makes sense, actually. Therefore, Milla Jovovich is hot. FIN M

Of course! I thought Thief of Time was cool too... actually, I tend to find anything personifying ideas like that interesting. I started Piers Anthony's "Incarnations of Immortality" series recently too. M

I just started "Moving Pictures"... I read a lot over this summer, though, especially any of his stuff involving Death. I think "Mort" is my favorite so far. M

That is BRILLIANT. M

Heheh... I don't know what it is, but it's 7:15 AM and it amuses me. Chicks are cool. I mean, seriously--whoever came up with the design for boobies is a genius. If only their bearers made more sense. I will be skydiving in about 27 hours! This makes me happy. I have two midterms early next week. This makes me sad. I have a dollar! This makes me happy. I got a speeding ticket. This makes me sad. This could go on forever! This makes me happy. But it won't, because it would get stupid(er). This makes me sad. I'm a big fan of the musical "Les Miserables." I stayed up all Sunday night doing homework, and I also listened to the whole soundtrack while I was working that night. I've had random songs in my head from there ever since then, and it's starting to get bad. Riding a crowded elevator and singing "Do You Hear the People Sing?" is, shockingly, not a good way to make instant friends--actually, people make all sorts of weird faces at me! Maybe they'd be less freaked out if I wore pants. And now, a haiku: Italics are cool Underlining is as well But you can't beat bold. All sorts of people are coming in, and it's freaking me out. Well, it's not all that many people I guess, more like a few. Ok, I guess it's just a couple of people that came in, but it's still freaky. Maybe it was just one guy. Yeah, ok, nobody's coming in at all. Ok, actually, nobody came in all night. No, actually, nobody lives here. Ok, I'm not really working in a residence hall, it's more of an abandoned building that nobody lives in. Actually, I don't even work here, I just sit around all night because I like it. Ok, fine, I didn't sit around all night, I only sat here for like 10 minutes. Well, actually, it was more like 5 minutes. Ok, it was 2 minutes, and I didn't sit down, I was standing. I never really left my room. I sat here--stood here--OK, fine, I didn't even do anything, I didn't post this. Never mind. Crap. I'm done. M P.S. One day more... another day, another destiny...

Might throw a hamburger on the Foreman when I get back from class here... wow, I love this class, I even have time to sit and post on the innane threads! M

But Chuck, what can I say, you look GOOD in pink...